12/8/13 12:35 am - psychopathic1 posting in vintagephoto - 1837
12/7/13 07:32 am - slatts - 7 DECEMBER 2013
12/7/13 01:40 am - cynthialord - A Good Madness.
Bailey Island, Maine. Photo by my husband, John
Tonight was the Christmas party for my son's adult day program. He turned 21 over the summer, and that means adult services for someone with his level of autism. It's a big change to cross that line, and the first day I walked him into the program, I saw adults.
In my head, I knew that's who would *be* in adult services, but it's one thing to say the word and another to see people with disabilities and gray hair and wrinkles in their 60s and 70s and think, "This is where and with whom my boy belongs now and for the rest of his life." It was a lot to take in with a smile on my face for him and a lump in my throat for me.
Over the months, I've gotten used to it. So much so that when we walked into the party tonight and a woman who attends the program and is close to my mom's age ran up to me and grabbed my hands to dance, I simply and happily danced with her--even though I hadn't even taken my coat off yet.
And I danced with my son. "Are you having fun?" I asked him.
"This is madness," he said simply.
I smiled, because he collects phrases the way other people collect books, pulling them out at moments to show them off. They are always appropriate to the situation, but quirky.
"A good madness or a bad madness?" I asked.
"A good madness."
This isn't what you dream of when you have a baby. This isn't what you hope for when you have a young child with autism and you embark on the thousands of hours of therapy. But tonight, dancing together to corny songs and Michael Jackson's Thriller under hundreds of white fairy lights and paper snowflakes, I thought, "This is a beautiful night and we are together in this moment surrounded by love and joy."
And good madness.
12/6/13 07:50 pm - kellyrfineman - Bits & Pieces by Judy Schachner
This past Sunday night, I spent a bit of time sobbing over Judy Schachner's Facebook status. You see, it featured a photo of a curiously seated but very direct-looking Siamese cat, and the following information: "Tink - We loved you to Bits & Pieces 1992 - 2013". Why was I so affected by the death of someone else's cat? It was because of Judy's wonderful new book, Bits & Pieces, which made me feel like I "knew" Tink.
The book provides a pretty good summary sort of bio of Tink, a funny guy without much of a brain (or at least that's how he's described), with a curious way of sitting.
As a young cat, Tink eats a lot of things he ought not (including, apparently, a slinky), buying himself a trip to the vet. During that trip, Tink became enthralled with the idea of being outdoors, and spent years trying to sneak his way out. Until one day, on his 20th birthday, he does just that.
The book details Tink's outdoor adventure and eventual rescue. It is a simply told story with wonderful illustrations, and I fell in love with it on first reading at a local Barnes & Noble. But I held off buying it until the following weekend, when I made a special trip to Children's Book World in Haverford, PA to hear Judy read her book aloud and get myself a signed copy.
I have since read the book several times, trying to figure out just what I love so much about this book. It's the simplicity of the story, I think, coupled with the realistic kitty details and affectionate telling. And my response to the news of Tink's death this past weekend is, I believe, a tribute to the power of picture books to create connections between readers and the characters therein. It's
You can listen to Judy read her book too:
See what happens when your sprinkler comes on at 1:00 A.M. when the temperature is 15.
You give the grass a coat of ice.
12/6/13 02:40 pm - papadan - It's Cold.
Yesterday it got bad here. Rain, sleet, ice pellets along with temperatures in the low 20'2. I had a party to go to and I had to be there. I was going to be their Santa Clause. Our Lions club is doing a Rent-A-Santa this year. I bought a Santa suit and was ready to go. Tow of us has the Santa suits. I am in charge of this and am doing the scheduling. It is an exciting time but Mother Nature put a kink in our plans. Yes I got the call about 10:00 A.M. to tell me they had to cancel the afternoon party. The weather had gotten worse. I told the lady I understood. This morning I got another call at 9:00 telling me the bank was thinking about changing their party from tomorrow until the next Saturday. I told her I still had the 1:00 to 2:30 P.M. slot open. They ask if I would change the date. I told he no problem. I now have a full Saturday, Dec 14, 2013 filled . The bank from 1:00 till 2:30, a birthday party from 3:00 to 4:00 and Santa visiting a family's home for their grand kids. A full but a fun schedule. I will let you know how it goes. I forgot, on Sunday the 15th I have to be Santa at from 4:00 till 5:00 P.M. in a local store.
12/6/13 11:46 am - castellucci - where I internet live now
12/6/13 01:17 pm - carriejones - InterSpeciesLove
I recently posted a picture of Sparty the Dog and Marsie the Cat on Facebook. For those of you who don’t know, Marsie and Sparty love each other.
Sparty is named after Spartacus, slave rebellion leader.
You would think that with these names Sparty and Marsie would be toughies. They are not toughies as the photos below show.
It begins with Sparty on the floor of the living room looking forlorn. Will Marsie ignore him? Will she rub her tail and side against his muzzle claiming ownership? What will happen?
“Please, please, please….” thinks Sparty. He expresses this thought by snorting.
Marsie responds to this look by flopping on her side and stretching out her paw. In cat language this means, “Come hither.” Or… sometimes in cat language this means, “I am going to claw your face off.”
Poor Sparty does not know what to think. Will it be a time for love? Or a time for scratching? A time of paw holding? Or a time of hisses and gouging?
“Love is hard,” he thinks. He expresses this thought by expelling gas out of his rectum. Sparty is after all part lab.
Luckily, Marsie likes the stinkiness of the Lab today. She reaches out her paw and voila! Love.
12/6/13 07:45 am - cynthialord - It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Milo insists on drinking out of the tree stand, even though he has a perfectly nice bowl of fresh water in the kitchen.
Blueberry and Muffin wearing their Dollar Store finds!
And Cookie enjoying the lights on the top of his cage.
Happy Holidays from my house to yours!